frost lays on the land
a thin veil of ice
slippery nonetheless
for flat feet and all;
the while veil covers
mother's earth
here and there, but
never her spirit;
the womb of our mother
lays cold and barren,
we hesitate not to
protect her destiny;
father and mother
gloriously unite,
welcoming in the
reign of our winter.
21Dec16
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